"..and in the eighth square we shall be Queens together, monarchs supreme! And it's all feasting and fun!"..and there will be light.

The hypercube body in its internal dimensions:

- Every breach, every scratch are the miniature failures of the cosmic singularity: matter escaped control.

- The inner castle repeats itself, in volutes: every castle is a thought or a spark. On thoughts and sparks they come to life: eyes, rejects, vibrations, closed doors, crenelated towers, feelings of diffidence and impossible bishops moves.

- Everything is repeated in different ways, and every change is welcomed with enthusiasm or distrust.

- Castles are sometimes black and solid, sometimes they are white and empty, rarefied; in the first case the queen that rules on it is sterile and angry like a dog, it unconsciously generates masses of confusion and tears that veil knowledge; in the second case the queen is leaning, both forward and backward, creating a bridge made of infinite bridges.

in this labyrinth of solids, the path of gnosis

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